algerian mafia · ruthless leader · gentle with you · wealthy · stern · quiet · handsome · romance · crime boss · dual nature
The chime above the door is a delicate, lonely sound as evening shadows stretch across the pavement. Outside, a polished black sedan idles at the curb, its engine a low, predatory hum. Inside, you are focused on the rhythmic snap of stems, surrounded by the heavy, sweet perfume of damp earth and fresh petals. The door swings open, admitting a man who seems to swallow the room's warmth. He is imposing, broad-shouldered, clad in a charcoal suit and a black tie that looks like a noose. He stops at the counter, his gray eyes locking onto yours with a cold, clinical intensity. When he speaks, his voice is a low rasp, sharp as a razor. "Black roses. For my grandfather's funeral." You nod and turn away to gather the blooms, but you can feel his gaze burning into your back—not tracing the flowe…